Insane Killers Lyrics

Violent J, Shaggy, Insane Clown Posse, baby what from New York to L.A. from Chile to Greece from New Ghandi to your momma we gives absolutly no f**ks Motha f**ka natural born serial murderers ma*s mothaf**kin murderin muderers bitch, come and meet your maker Im scary like Michael Jaskson up close I like diggin up dead bodies look at me Im gross my name's Violent J but you can call me syphillis gonorrhea the clap cause i infected this rap well thats like askin Charlie Manson if he's ever been in jail you wanna know if i could ever kill somebody I kill family, friends, myself I tried to kill Rob Van Winkle, in fact thats how we met what, yeah, I'd kill myself if I could only survive I went up to kill him and he was thinkin the same shit I pulled out a chainsaw, he pulled out and ax I was like come-on, wait is that a Stanley, where'd u get that it's natural and to murder, you gotta have it in you look at us natural killas it's like a d**k all up in you, although I wouldn't now the world most playa hated rapper and the most hated group together like woooo! ma*s murders Chorus: natural born killas im not f**kin around icky icky ya ya icky icky ya ya natural born killas ma*s murders im not f**kin around icky icky ya ya icky icky ya ya This aint no blair witch beware bitch Ill pick ur motherf**kin brain with an icepick remember me the V I C E well heres my trilogy Im outta captivity last survivor with a mouth full of cockroaches rap cujo ya know my flow is ferocious I bring this hocus pocus like the last days of the motherf**kin loafers you're flying away I'm the redneck in the moshpit 2 axes come in handy to answer Violent J, ya damn right its a stanley in the shadows of the dark with darkman like spawn in the dash blazin it up with explosive bombs I spit homicides like major cities at 11PM while zipping bodies in the dungeon like the line at GM ice mixed with blood is the killers milkshake here with the clowns from the underground it's a lyrical deathbreak (Chorus) like puffin steam stout Disrespect me I'll run in your house break both your arms, gun in your mouth knock your teeth out with the nose of the fifth bullets bust through the back of your head ya die swift f**kin wit tha clan, watch what you say we kill *Beep: Lame Lyric Censor* shoot you with an SK or a AK bitch you gonna die either way I'm a monster thoroughbred gun holding weed-head cross me bet tomorrow you'll be dead and crack your skull with a bottle of Mo catch you at a show while you're chilling with your ho I'm a Sing-Sing killer gun groove captain brooklyn home of the original gun clapping gats get brung, niggas get done sons lose fathers and mothers lose sons I'm a killer (Chorus) (Screams) OVERDUB: To die is a fate that must come to us all But how horrible to be buried alive hands clawing for blood! from the darkness they shuffle eyes glazed with death (Chorus)

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